I'm glad there is at least a reason I have no energy, but honestly it's the heart palpitations, shortness of breath and verge of passing out that's really bothering me.
Girls, eat lots of things with iron, that's all I can say. Chicken livers apparently is the highest in iron counts but I haven't yet reached that level of desperation. I'll take my 2 iron pills daily, thanks.
Ironically, the iron pills can only be absorbed when you have an empty stomach. Anyone else see a problem with this?
My stomach is NEVER empty. Even in the middle of the night thanks to 2am M&M and anything chocolate cravings.
Anyway, I am just trying to get through this whole anemic thing and pray that the iron pills kick in soon. I think the other main problem is that these children are determined to sit right on my artery behind my uterus so if I am sitting for too long, then it causes me to feel like I am going to pass out.
I think my friends at the bagel place were super impressed when I walked in, ordered my sandwich, and found the nearest bench to lay down on so I wouldn't pass out. Happened at the dog kennel, too. Awesome.
BUT besides all of this - I am more excited every day about these little ones. They are moving and somersaulting now which is the coolest & most peculiar feeling. I can't wait until Matt can actually feel them. I am almost 21 weeks so over halfway there. Really, I only have about 3 1/2 months assuming I make it to 38 weeks. Praise the Lord!
Ok, so it's kind of insane. But when I compare it to his offer to make the letters himself with some fancy tool and imagine the headache of that day --- well, I think it's pretty darn reasonable.
Registering was a whole other ball of fun - but I will say my hubby was pretty darn cool about the whole thing. He walked around with his insane pregnant wife for 2 hours in Babies R Us as I debated pros and cons of nipples on 15 different kinds of bottles and all things breastfeeding. Registering with an engineer is always an interesting experience - he tends to be so logical about these things and not evaluate the items by the really important things --- the color, the patterns, everything that is meaningful to me.
Something I have been really bad at is taking belly pics. I am finally really starting to show so I am going to be better about this. And next time I post a pic, it will have my face in it, I promise! It's just that Matt usually takes it late at night when he gets home and that kind of hair atrocity has no business being posted on the world wide web.
So here's a 20 week picture:
And today we hit another milestone -- I was at Subway and a girl in line actually asked me how far along I was! Whoo - hoo! That was the first time that someone actually noticed I was preggers OR was brave enough to ask.
My stomach grows every day - kind of amazing actually. Every night Matt gets home, his eyes go straight to my belly and they widen a little bit - like he's forgotten that I am pregnant and he's surprised everytime to see this little belly. ha. But it does make it very real for him now that it's completely noticeable and on the days I don't feel like cooking... well, I just point to the belly and no questions are asked when I speed dial Pepperonis.
Tonight, however -- I am cooking dinner! The miracle of all miracles. And then my kitchen is closed for the rest of the weekend.